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The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

(Host: Lucy) Giant turkey legs, fried food, implausible costumes… and counterculture? This episode explores the roots of Renaissance Faires in the US, and how this originally hippie-centric phenomenon was linked to other forms of medievalism in the ‘60s and ‘70s. Communes, folk music, particolored tights, and a reimagined past turn out to be more closely linked than you might imagine. This episode also examines how Ren Faires have evolved and continued to thrive, and why you still — if you're lucky — might hear Steeleye Span covers at your nearest one.   For further reading suggestions and more, please visit: https://www.footnotinghistory.com

Good morning, afternoon, and evening! You've got an invite to the hottest juke joint in town! Smoke and Stack run a fine establishment, but some of the patrons get a little… hungry late at night. Strike up the band with Bodio, Kaylie, and Gibby, and don't forget your holy water and garlic because you're in for a hell of a night! Also included: beefing with Spirit Halloween, Ren Faire fun, Macho Man William Shakespeare, and so much more!

Join us as we talk about getting ready for the Ren Faire, a hit and run, hot mamas, and the old campaign.

Venture forth with Julia and beautiful Lady Garros on their noble quest to the Renaissance Faire, where Nick donned a full chest plate and even the turkey legs demanded a tithe. After ranting about ye olde ATM's and how capitalism ruins everything, the binchies travel back in history to the first Ren Faire of the 1960's to understand how a radical gathering for communists and hippies turned into the multi-million dollar business of today. Plus, an eye-opening interview with two iconic Ladies of the Faire, Olivia and Lev, who provide the inside scoop on what it's like to be a Rennie. Digressions include Nick healing his East Coast trauma with DIY, A tragic yet colorful incident at Lowes , and a much-needed bead update. You can find our beautiful braidstresses, Olivia Rose on Instagram @viastvincent and her ceramics Instagram @ohroseceramics and Lev Leveau on Facebook

We look at some Etsy shirts before discussing the cultural legacy of the early 2000s and then move on to Renaissance Festivals. For the full episode, go to patreon.com/mostcontroversial

Kulap and Sarah have been making each other laugh for two decades, so it seemed fitting for Sarah to use this opportunity to try out some new material. In search of a great bit, Sarah is mining all of her most intimate moments - from her porn preferences, to her butt zits, to her notorious flat pubes. How does it go? Hopefully better than some of her past red-carpet looks. Watch the podcast on YouTube here. Article is offering our listeners $50 off your first purchase of $100 or more. To claim, visit ARTICLE.COM/SARAH and the discount will be automatically applied at checkout. Sign up for your one-dollar-per-month trial and start selling today at shopify.com/sarah. Go to thrivecausemetics.com/SARAH for an exclusive offer of 20% off your first order. Follow Sarah Silverman on Instagram @sarahkatesilverman. And stay up to date with us @LemonadaMedia on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. For a list of current sponsors and discount codes for this and every other Lemonada show, go to lemonadamedia.com/sponsors. If you haven’t yet, now is a great time to subscribe to Lemonada Premium. You’ll get ad-free episodes and bonus content. Just hit the 'subscribe' button on Apple Podcasts, or, for all other podcast apps head to lemonadapremium.com to subscribe.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

So Silksong is still dominating the discourse so we talk about the Nintendo Direct and current events! Also, friendslop discourse, if that's a thing? That's fun, right?Check it out!Explicit language on this one."Vampithrillic" (Just Coffee - https://http://ocremix.org/)Find the show on iTunes, Google Play Podcasts, Spotify, and Simplecast.fmFind the show on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6QoHk8iEsVGTpd2qdTlH-gFollow us @CharacterReveal on Bluesky, Instagram, and on Facebook!Dom is @brothadom on Bluesky, tweets, tumbles and generally on the netSteph is @captainsteph on Bluesky and Twitter, @hella_steph on Instagram, and @thesnowqueer on TumblrEric is @TindiLosi on some places on the internet as a whole, like BlueskyFind everything at: https://linktr.ee/characterreveal

Huzzah! An ICY trio assembles for a kaiju feast of epic scale as we cook and eat Baxcalibur. We also go deep on our Ren Faire experience, Jeremy's original trauma wound, and why we should be able to play with our food. Theme song featuring Jess Pacheco (@jessicapacheco on Instagram), find her music wherever you stream your music!  Watch Evan's film Overkill on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RdBqQz7w88 Donate to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund: https://www.pcrf.net/ Follow Us:   @ichewspod   Email Us: ichewspod@gmail.com Join our Discord:  https://discord.gg/K27CHpz3Fx Visit our website and merch store: https://ichewsyou.menu/

I live in an absolute delusion every year that I will get a whole bunch done during the summer; when in reality I am at Ren Faire every weekend (9 weekends this season!! not including the one off smaller faires I try to attend), my niece visits, and it's the best time of year to be outside here in Seattle, so scheduling podcast recordings and sitting down to edit are not on my priorities. Now that we are in the last month of summer, Faire season is mostly ended I am slowly making my way back to reality. Next out will be more Deep Dive episodes in our Legislative series.Design Over Drinks is Hosted by Kendra Shea Produced and Edited by Kendra Shea and Simon Shea Season 3 Graphics and Cover Art by Tano Design Season 3 Music is by Qreepz Email: DesignOverDrinksPod@gmail.com Socials/ Patreon: @DesignOverDrinksPod BlueSky: @DesignOverDrinks

Hark! The band hath come together and went to a Ren Faire in South Lake Tahoe for muh birthday. It was a medieval good time filled with mead, weed, and all other amazing shenanigans! Check it out meow on Youtube, applepodcasts, Spotify, and trialandaaron.com. . . . #thetap #trialandaaronpodcast #tap #taplife #renaissance #renaissancefaire

We grill out brand new guild member about what it's like to work the Ren Faire circuit and how it's influenced his D&D play and vice versa. We also take a look at the situation surrounding Roblox, and spend some time gushing about the Fallout Season 2 trailer.Find Paolo Garbanzo Online:Website - https://www.garbanzojuggling.com/Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/paologarbanzo/TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@paologarbanzoDestination DnD - https://destinationdnd.comActual Play - https://nat21adventures.com/Get a Lightsaber guaranteed better than a stick: https://tr.ee/amYQLdfFxkCaster's Guild, a geek culture podcastMerch: https://casters-guild-shop.fourthwall.com/Discord: https://discord.gg/YkMfFYqzU2TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@castersguildInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/castersguild/Threads: https://www.threads.net/@castersguildYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@castersguildContact us: CastersGuild@gmail.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/CastersGuildPatreon: https://www.patreon.com/castersguildMusic: SQZ by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com

All month long, the Paid DLC Bonus Show will be available to everyone! If you like what you hear and want to support DLC, head to patreon.com/dlcpod to gain access to the entire back catalogue of Paid DLC and new episodes every Wednesday. Lana, Christian and Jeff discuss watching old movies, Lana's trip to Renfaire, looking back on now-times in 20 years, and YOUR opinions about staying up late vs early rising.

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The story so far: Trapped underground in a magical molehole video store for over a year, our boys are missing what they used to have...This week, we reminisce about our old Magic Box that got swept away in a tornado, so we use a magical mole scroll to try summon it back. But it doesn't go to plan. We learn a bit more about MoleMan's history, but end up having to watch the SOV fantasy/sword-and-sorcery LARPing movie Way Bad Stone! Will we be wrapped up into the Ren Faire goodness of this charming film, or will we get distracted talking about every-occasion costumes and the butt-goosing soldier behind enemy lines? And why do we have to fill Eric in about the last 35 minutes of the movie?! Join us and find out!Leave us a 30 second voicemail and if we like it we'll play it on the show: (949) 4-STABBY (949-478-2229)Next movie announced every Wednesday. New episodes every Monday. Follow us on the things:Website: https://www.stabbypod.comLinktree: https://www.linktr.ee/stabbystabbyInstagram:  @stabbypod  https://www.instagram.com/stabbypod/Letterboxd:   https://boxd.it/dp1ACMerch: https://www.big-other.com/shop/stabby-stabbySend us a text

Orbs predicts WHO will win Pinburgh at the END of the show but first he chats about why Costo getting Stern Insider Connected pins means for the bigger picture.  Also Orbitor reads between the lines of Kong-R-Us's hard hitting interview with Seth and Jack from Stern at SDCC! Check it HERE >>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1vYBKYjI1Y  Have a RAD day listeNERDS and go play some pinball on location right MEOW!

Book a cabin by the lake, buy your theme park tickets, and put the finishing touches on your "halfling rogue" cosplay because on this edition of Octoberpod AM classic horror podcast we're going on vacation! Your horror host Edward October will be your personal tour guide on the all-inclusive summer vacation of a lifetime with stops at lackluster national parks, haunted theme parks, and horrific Renaissance Festivals.             First up: Edward October narrates Ernest Hemingway's humorous guide to vacationing in the great outdoors & shares some true horror stories from theme parks and amusements parks. Then, we'll take you on a tour of the WORST vacation destinations in the history of horror cinema.    Plus:  Haunted, horrific, ghostly, and ghastly tales from the Renaissance Faire & a ballad about wizardry gone horribly wrong. Featuring special guests Autumn Grube (Autumn's Oddities) & Amber Jourdan (Witches Talking Tarot).        Pack your bags because we're serving up disappointing fishing retreats, horrifying theme park accidents, tilt-a-whirl ghosts, Ren Faire stalkers, cosplay creeps, and medieval mayhem with VIP excursions to Transylvania, the fog-shrouded English moors, and the darkest backwoods of the rural USA on this edition of Octoberpod AM: the retro horror podcast for bold individualists.// PROMOS        Horrifying History, Madison on the Air, Jane Nightshade, horror author                // FOLLOW        Find more true, true-ish & classic horror / paranormal content by following us on social media! Bluesky:  @octoberpod.bsky.social // Twitter: @OctoberpodVHS // YouTube: Octoberpod Home Video // Instagram: @OctoberpodVHS // TikTok:  @octoberpod // Or follow us on the worldwide web at OctoberpodVHS.com                // LINKS & REFERENCES        Dracula, Prince of Darkness clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hwhuq-_O__w    Barbarian clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIQnJMEncBM         Burnt Offerings trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRTwCD2QhTs         An American Werewolf in London clips: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDcfZGdx2E0The Descent clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faZ88f6Gfzc         The Ritual clips: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wmnD-H2SRM         A Cry in the Dark clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coPevaETtnM         Picnic at Hanging Rock trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RAbCyrQXbYLake Mungo clip:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPZ1OfAbGL8&pp=ygUKbGFrZSBtdW5nbw%3D%3DThe Texas Chain Saw Massacre clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAcVBEcM_zgThe Hills Have Eyes trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzLfsql1YvcDeliverance clips: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBSRk-DbhRw | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnHedUTJF9I          Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/octoberpod-am--5482497/support.

Soundside is taking a break this week. Don’t worry - we’ll be back with new episodes next week. Until then, we’re bringing you some of our favorite stories from the show. Relevant Links: Pacific Drive captures the creepy of the Olympic Peninsula Hear Ye, Hear Ye, there's trouble brewing at the Renaissance Faire! Touring the history of Black music at MoPop's "Never Turn Back: Echoes of African American Music" WEEKEND WARMUP LINKS: 2025 Queer and Trans Film Festival — Three Dollar Bill Cinema Ballard SeafoodFest NW Tune-Up Festival Japan Fair West Seattle Summer Fest Redmond Arts Festival Bluegrass From the Forest CID Celebration Summer Celebration 2025 | Mercer Island, Washington Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic Thank you to the supporters of KUOW, you help make this show possible! If you want to help out, go to kuow.org/donate/soundsidenotes Soundside is a production of KUOW in Seattle, a proud member of the NPR Network.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Story Teller Cosplay is the professional and artistic online persona of Sophia, an award-winning cosplayer, seamstress, and highly skilled prop maker. Her brand, "Story Teller Cosplay," reflects her deep commitment to crafting not just costumes, but entire narratives and characters through her work. Sophia's exceptional talent lies in the intricate world of prop making, with a particular specialization in mold-making and resin casting. She describes herself as a "Resin Goblin," highlighting her passion and expertise in working with chemical compounds to create beautiful and unique pieces. This includes everything from elaborate costume accessories to her highly sought-after resin horns, which she initially created for Renaissance Festivals and now offers to a wider audience. The detail and quality of her resin work are frequently praised in customer reviews. Beyond prop making, Sophia is an accomplished cosplayer and seamstress. This indicates a comprehensive skill set that spans the entire cosplay creation process, from designing and sewing intricate garments to crafting the perfect accessories. Her "award-winning" status speaks to the high level of artistry and technical skill she brings to her finished cosplays. The core of Sophia's brand is the concept of storytelling. She explicitly states that her goal is for her costuming and photoshoots to evoke a narrative. This goes beyond simply replicating existing characters; it's about infusing each creation with a sense of history, purpose, and a story waiting to be told. This philosophy makes her work uniquely captivating and engaging, inviting viewers to imagine the adventures and lore behind her creations. Sophia boasts a strong general art background, which she leverages to experiment with various artistic mediums and crafts. This versatility allows her to approach her cosplay projects with a broad range of techniques and materials, contributing to the rich textures, details, and overall imaginative quality of her work. She's not afraid to "try it all out," leading to innovative and often unexpected results. This brand is not just an artistic outlet but also a thriving small business. Sophia operates an Etsy shop (StoryTellerCosplay), where she sells her meticulously crafted resin horns and other accessories. Her Etsy shop is lauded for smooth shipping, speedy replies, and consistently high "rave reviews" indicating excellent customer service and product quality. She also maintains a presence on Facebook and Bluesky (@storytellercosplay.bsky.social) and a dedicated website (storytellercosplay.com), demonstrating a well-established and professional online brand. Through her Instagram, Etsy, and other platforms, Sophia actively engages with her audience, sharing her process, showcasing finished products, and inviting interaction. Her work often inspires others and fosters a sense of community around fantasy and cosplay. This business is a testament to Sophia's multifaceted talents as an artist, creator, and entrepreneur, who masterfully weaves narratives into tangible, beautiful, and highly sought-after cosplay pieces. She is a true "resin goblin" who brings fantastical tales to life, one exquisitely crafted prop at a time. Get to Know Ash: Imagine someone who just radiates good vibes and genuinely wants to see you shine – that's Ash Brown! This incredibly talented American wears many hats: she's a fantastic producer, a super engaging blogger, a captivating speaker, a natural media personality, and a fantastic host for events. Her energy is totally infectious, and you can tell she's truly passionate about helping everyone reach their full potential. What's Ash Up To? AshSaidit.com: Think of this as your VIP pass into Ash's world! Her blog is buzzing with exclusive invites to events, honest reviews of cool products, and all sorts of fun and informative stuff. It's the perfect place to stay in the loop and get a dose of Ash's personality. The Ash Said It Show: Get ready to feel inspired! Ash's podcast is a powerhouse of motivation, with over 2,000 episodes already out there and a whopping half a million listens worldwide! She has amazing conversations with inspiring people and dives into topics that really matter. Why We Love Ash: Ash isn't just talking the talk; she's walking the walk! What makes her truly special is how real she is. She connects with her audience on a genuine level, offering advice and encouragement that feels like a chat with a good friend. She doesn't shy away from the tough stuff but instead gives you the tools to tackle it head-on. Here's what makes Ash stand out: Sunshine Personified: Ash is a total optimist! Her positive energy is contagious, and you can't help but feel more empowered and ready for anything after connecting with her. Keeping It Real: Ash doesn't try to sugarcoat life. She gets that things can be tough and offers relatable advice that speaks to people from all walks of life. Turning Inspiration into Action: This isn't just about feeling good for a moment. Ash gives you practical tips and strategies to actually make things happen and turn your dreams into reality. So, if you're looking for a daily dose of inspiration, real-world advice, and someone who keeps it totally honest, Ash Brown is your go-to person! 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Taylor Williamson makes his debut on the show and he has a little surprise hidden in his backpack. You'll have to listen to find out what it is. We discuss alpha male bootcamps, our miserable Renaissance Faire experience, Daniel's kween Taylor Swift's latest controversy, nudist parents, wrestling, Heidi Klum, Chex Mix and so much more. Plus we did a round of Just Me Or Everyone and Podcast Pals Product Picks. Get yourself some new ARIYNBF merch here: https://alison-rosen-shop.fourthwall.com/ Subscribe to my Substack: http://alisonrosen.substack.com Podcast Palz Product Picks: https://www.amazon.com/shop/alisonrosen/list/2CS1QRYTRP6ER?ref_=cm_sw_r_cp_ud_aipsflist_aipsfalisonrosen_0K0AJFYP84PF1Z61QW2H Products I Use/Recommend/Love: http://amazon.com/shop/alisonrosen Check us out on Patreon: http://patreon.com/alisonrosen   Buy Alison's Fifth Anniversary Edition Book (with new material): Tropical Attire Encouraged (and Other Phrases That Scare Me) https://amzn.to/2JuOqcd You probably need to buy the HGFY ringtone! https://www.alisonrosen.com/store/ Try Amazon Prime Free 30 Day Trial

MC and Saige join Cornelia Rutherford to preview the last three weeks of the Ren Faire.   12-year old Saige and her mom are new the Virginia Renaissance Faire and they're already planning their roles for next year.   varf.org    Remember, tickets can only be purchased for the event at Lake Anna Winery online.

In this episode We chat about Ethan's Ren Faire Outfit (and his glorious riding boots), discussing whether jeans+leather shoes or sneakers+trousers is more casual, and a big discussion on Bangers. Should every outfit be a Banger? Does it help to have Banger items (and what makes it a Banger piece)? Does a fit need to hit with the zeitgeist or be easily digestible to be a Banger? How much of this should be about what we *personally* think of as Bangers? Can they just “hit different” to us? Let us know your thoughts! Ethan's Essay: https://alittlebitofrest.com/2025/05/14/e138-ren-faire-2025-who-was-more-formal-and-thoughts-on-banger-outfits/ Support us on Patreon and join the Discord: https://www.patreon.com/styleanddirection/ Follow us on Instagram! www.instagram.com/styleanddirection/ www.instagram.com/ethanmwong/ www.instagram.com/spencerdso/ www.instagram.com/awyeahmj Podcast is produced by MJ Kintanar

This week we're joined by incredible comedian and Emily's ex-coworker Grace O'Malley! Grace and Liam bond over their shared Boston roots, Catholic school trauma, and college stories. We cover everything from Ren Faire etiquette, movie hot takes, to roast party disasters. Follow Grace: https://www.instagram.com/gracekomalley/?hl=enGrace's Upcoming Shows: https://laylo.com/laylo-gomalley/m/ggetthemtix?fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAaY3MyekXZH4FzPkOKMx34oxvyrrVzKVcsNLB1s_GaT7HUuU9oOxVOz-ZJc_aem_qHLEVSvj9Ie9Iak7DhLq6ADisgraceful w/ Grace O'Malley: https://tr.ee/HfXzTMR_vx SHIND T SHIRT & OTHER MERCH: https://fridaybeers.shop/collections/af-pod FOLLOW OUR SOCIALS: https://www.flowcode.com/page/almostfridaypod SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS: Find Death Wish Coffee Near You: https://www.deathwishcoffee.com/pages/friday?utm_source=almost_friday&utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=rtd CANCEL YOUR UNWANTED SUBSCRIPTIONS BY GOING TO https://rocketmoney.com/ALMOSTFRIDAY Head to https://www.squarespace.com/FRIDAY to save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domain using code FRIDAY. HEAD TO https://HIMS.COM/FRIDAY FOR PERSONALIZED HAIR LOSS TREATMENT OPTIONS! Timestamps: (01:04) - Renaissance Fair Adventures (04:48) - Movie Marathon Recap (11:27) - Screamo Concert (12:04) - Hernias (13:01) - Willie D's BBQ (15:57) - The 536 AD “No Sun” Era (19:04) - Grace O'Malley Joins the Pod (22:51) - Mission Improv & UMass Comedy Origins (27:48) - TikTok Beginnings (29:56) - Roast Parties & Bombing Sets (37:44) - La Jolla & Will's Scuba Announcement (41:01) - Dads with Weird Hobbies (46:02) - Holes (53:34) - Silent Retreat & Catholic Roots (1:04:25) - Cracker of the Week (1:25:10) - Favorite Concerts (1:29:00) - Characters Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week on The Traumedy Show, we're recapping the absolute chaos and sweetness of our one-year anniversary party—including the moment Rachel was fatefully approached at the after-party by another survivor of The Wolf. They bonded, they trauma-bonded and it was a full-circle moment we did not see coming. We also recount our time at the Renaissance Faire, where Rachel lived her best and most ridiculous life as Lord Farquaad, and share a listener's petty-but-perfect revenge story involving a breakup, a shared Spotify account and a little harmless digital vengeance. Plus, Megan opens up about a difficult moment with Washington Boy—a vulnerable misunderstanding where she was telling the truth, but wasn't fully believed, and how that desperation to be understood brought up deeper emotional wounds and past triggers. Come for the drama, stay for the healing—and maybe laugh-cry through it all.

Send us a textVictor, Evelyn, and Mark hang out this week to talk about the Ren Faire, falling asleep watching TV, best places to nap, cycling, and Evelyn & Mark battle for LA supremacy in a game.

Libby, Trip Lloyd, and Cornelia Rutherford preview the 2025 Ren Faire at Lake Anna Winery--weekends May 10th - June 8th. Tickets only available online at varf.org

We invite you to enjoy episode #63 of Hera ye, hear ye; A TX-Style Renaissance Podcast! IN this episode we visit the Once and Future General Manager, Jeff Baldwin. WE recorded this episode in the fall before the release of Ren Faire, the movie. When we spoke with Jeff he was once again the Entertainment director, after serving his second time as General Manager. He talks about the pain of losing the position and the need to return and the happiness of once again being a part of the Festival he cares so much about. Unbeknownst to him at the time of the recording, George Coulam, the volatile genius behind the Texas Renaissance Festival, would ask Jeff to return once again to be TRF's General Manager, a mere few months after this recording. In the episode he discusses returning to the festival and his hopes for the future. IT is a fascinating story of winning, losing, and redemption. Never daunted Jeff continued his mission for excellence. Always looking how best to serve the festival, his passion is unquestioned, it is easy to see why once again he would return to lead the TRF into the future.

Welcome back to our Mistborn coverage! Today we delve into Vin's progress, Sazed's hidden past, and try not to barf at the carnage.Check out the ‘My Sister Made Me a Playlist' on Spotify. We add a new song for each episode. It's a goodie, but a weirdy:https://open.spotify.com/playlist/77hQBLCkPkYfrJumuTKDik?si=e830442622f94efc

Episode Summary:• Hosts Felicia “Fefe” Minor and Freddy Prinze Charming explore the enduring nature of sex and challenge modern misconceptions.• They share personal updates—from celebrating Pride Day at the Ren Faire to creative projects like cosplay and homemade blackberry ginger lemonade.• "Just the Tip – A History of Sex" debunks the myth that sex is a modern invention by highlighting ancient practices, the origins of pornography, and the evolution of sex toys and condoms.• In the "A Closer Look at Current Events" segment, the hosts discuss:  - Corporate shifts on DEI: Disney and Pepsi rolling back initiatives versus Coke doubling down.  - Political controversies: U.S. alignment with Russia, mass federal layoffs, protests over trans rights, and new college bathroom regulations.  - Legislative actions: Efforts in nine states to challenge same-sex marriage and Arizona bills addressing abortion-inducing drugs and the “gay or trans panic defense.”  - Minority Report highlights: Tributes to Roberta Flack, Lester Holt's departure from NBC, and debates sparked by Joy-Ann Reid's exit from MSNBC.• An interactive segment invited listeners to share their hard boundaries regarding intimacy.• The show wrapped up with the signature “This or That” game featuring outrageous scenarios.Upcoming Events:• Feb 27 – Drag Bingo at Drink Me Tea Room• Feb 28 – Drag Bingo + Cats at PHX Cat Cafe• Mar 21 – Tricks & Treats: A Drag and Burlesque Show at Wild Wild West Con• Apr 12 – Drag Bingo at Shea Cheese• Apr 17 – Sex Trivia at Gracie's Tax BarWatch or Listen:• Replay available on Facebook, YouTube, or Twitch.• Listen on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or your preferred podcast platform.

We mark the halfway point of Eurovision Selection Season with the third Super Saturday in a row. Ren Faire Summary Poland selects Justyna's "Gaja" (0:57) "Espresso Macchiato" by Tommy Cash wins Eesti Laul (7:52) Norway's Kyle Alessandro will bring "Lighter" to Basel (12:06) Katarsis will represent Lithuania with "Tavo akys" (16:39) Olly wins Italy's Sanremo (20:53) Parg is a Depi Evratesil "Survivor" (26:35) Other national selections: San Marino, Germany, Sweden, Iceland (31:55) Coming up: Portugal's Festival da Canção (42:24) Subscribe The EuroWhat? Podcast is available wherever you get your podcasts. Find your podcast app to subscribe here (https://www.eurowhat.com/subscribe). Comments, questions, and episode topic suggestions are always welcome. You can shoot us an email (mailto:eurowhatpodcast@gmail.com) or reach out on Bluesky @eurowhat.bsky.social (https://bsky.app/profile/eurowhat.bsky.social). Basel 2025 Keep up with Eurovision selection season on our Basel 2025 page (https://www.eurowhat.com/2025-basel)! We have a calendar with links to livestreams, details about entries as their selected, plus our Spotify playlists with every song we can find that is trying to get the Eurovision stage. Join the EuroWhat AV Club! If you would like to help financially support the show, we are hosting the EuroWhat AV Club over on Patreon! We have a slew of bonus episodes with deep dives on Eurovision-adjacent topics.

The title quite literally says it all.Super Familiar with The Wilsons  Find us on instagram at instagram.com/superfamiliarwitthewilsonsand on YoutubeContact us! familiarwilsons@gmail.com

LADIES BE SCHEMING! Billups' mother has been trying to trick her son into losing his virginity so that he can leave Starfleet and take his place on his home world's throne. Meanwhile, a consultant contrives for the Cerritos crew to fail a series of tests to boost her status. Two very funny episodes for this month's animated spotlight, but will Bryan and Katie Hampton from Napping Through Happy Hour podcast TREK, MARRY, or KILL them?"I, Excretus" begins at (51:31).

This week, we have an amazing guest, George Appling. George is the owner of the Sherwood Forest Renaissance Faire in Texas, a vibrant and immersive festival that transports attendees back to the Renaissance era.In this episode, we dive into:The fascinating world of Renaissance Festivals and their growing popularity across the country.George's journey in creating the Sherwood Forest Renaissance Faire and what it takes to run such an elaborate event.The logistics behind organizing a Renaissance Festival, from the costumes to the characters to the intricate details that bring the past to life.His perspective on the Texas Renaissance Festival, featured in the documentary Ren Faire, and how it inspired a deeper look into this unique culture.The inspiration and process behind George's recently published book, which explores achieving your dreams and balancing passion with practicality.Practical advice on pursuing your passions: whether to follow them now, later, or balance them alongside financial stability.Don't miss this engaging conversation with George as we explore the magic of Renaissance Festivals and the lessons he's learned along the way._____________________________________George's Website: https://www.georgeappling.com/Sherwood Forest Faire Website: https://www.sherwoodforestfaire.com/_____________________________________Link to all things Not in a Huff Podcast: https://linktr.ee/notinahuffpodcastPlease follow/subscribe to the podcast to be the first to see new episodes when they come out each week. Be extra awesome and rate us on Apple Podcast and Spotify! :)

Happy December, you are now allowed your Christmas tree or wreath. It's too soon for us, but the point is you can go for it now without being insane. How was Thanksgiving? What did FireCrotch-y cook and which of her fun capers went awry? Plus we talk Ren Faire, the best thing we've seen in ages, from Lance Oppenheim: Harvard Bro.COME TO OUR LIVE SHOW ON 25TH JANUARY: https://dice.fm/event/avnxb2-they-like-to-watch-live-25th-jan-the-bill-murray-london-ticketsEmail us: fuckoff@firecrotchandnormcore.comPatreon support for Sara's two pies: patron.com/theyliketowatchEdited by the lady who spotted the tape on the window: Annabel E. Port Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Daddy's Dyin', Who's Got the Will?. Finally a documentary with out such high minded ideas about “truth”. Red & Ivan grab some Turkey legs, dress up in their best lizard suits and head to Texas for HBO Max's Ren Faire. Also, check out Red & Maggie Tokuda-Hall's podcast, Failure to Adapt, available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or via RSS As always: Support Ivan & Red! → patreon.com/boarsgoreswords Follow us on twitter → @boarsgoreswords Find us on facebook → facebook.com/BoarsGoreSwords

David, Devindra, and Jeff take aim at the new John Woo film The Killer, assess the grandiosity of Horizon: An American Saga - Chapter 1, and go into battle with Ren Faire. Then, BJ Colangelo joins us for our review of Zoë Kravitz's directorial debut Blink Twice. Check out BJ's podcast This Ends at Prom. We're making video versions of our reviews! Be sure to follow us on the following platforms: YouTube Tiktok Instagram Threads Thanks to our SPONSOR:  LINKEDIN JOBS: Post your job for free at LinkedIn.com/filmcast. Weekly Plugs David - Dave's Patreon: The Real Surprise Guest Is The Friends We Made Along The Way Devindra - Engadget Podcast on Pixel 9 reviews and Gamescom Jeff - Bird Detectives Shownotes (All timestamps are approximate only)    What we've been watching (~00:16:37) David - The Killer (2024), Horizon: An American Saga - Chapter 1 Devindra - The Killer (2024) Jeff - Ren Faire, The Killer (2024) Featured Review (~01:00:38)     Blink Twice SPOILERS (~01:16:20) Support David's artistic endeavors at his Patreon and subscribe to his free newsletter Decoding Everything. Check out Jeff Cannata's podcasts DLC and We Have Concerns. Listen to Devindra's podcast with Engadget on all things tech. You can always e-mail us at slashfilmcast(AT)gmail(DOT)com, or call and leave a voicemail at 781-583-1993. Credits: Our theme song is by Tim McEwan from The Midnight. This episode was edited by Noah Ross who also created our weekly plugs and spoiler bumper music. Our Slashfilmcourt music comes from Simon Harris. If you'd like advertise with us or sponsor us, please e-mail slashfilmcast@gmail.com. You can support the podcast by going to patreon.com/filmpodcast or by leaving a review on Apple Podcasts.

This is our July STAY F. HOMEKINS podcast episode, free to all who partake (and we thank you!)In this STAY F. HOMEKINS podcast episode, the Homekinses are back home, recording just a smidge early around that extensive Comedy Bang! Bang! road tour schedj! Janie ends up reacting to that Ren Faire docuseries, and PFT weighs in on boomer Bacchanal branding. Together, the two announce an upcoming STAY F. HOMEKINS movie watch-along bonus episode (coming out this month), a podcast appearance together coming out this week on A COUPLE and MORE while PFT's busy tour schedule (both Comedy Bang! Bang! and VARIETOPIA!) continues.LIVE-STREAM tickets for this Sunday's VARIETOPIA with Paul F. Tompkins at 7pm in Los Angeles IN JUST TWO DAYS are available here. The livestream has been reportedly AMAZING quality (probably contingent on various WiFi's), and of course, the show gets archived for a week afterward for revisiting!LISTEN TO OUR NEWEST PODCAST CONVERSATION AND WEIGH IN; comment section below is OPEN FOR CHAT (if, that is, you subscribe to the Weekend Water substack!) If you don't subscribe, your comment goes to an online comment farm upstate to run around, so sign up to save the comments!!! This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit weekendwater.substack.com/subscribe

On this week's On-Screen Live, we're reviewing the wild-ass HBO doc, Ren Faire, taking a look at the new trailer for A24's Brandy-starring horror flick, The Front Room, going over the weekend box office, reviewing a Chris Pine Secret Movie™️, and more! Be sure to pick up your tickets for our summer time WORLD WIDE DIGITAL EVENT where we'll be talking all about the action classic SPEED! Head over to Moment dot co slash We Hate Movies and get your tickets now— and don't forget to bundle in your ticket for the Q&A After Party that's going down right after the show that night! Can't make it to the live show? No problem! The show will be available for replay for a full TWO WEEKS after air. So you've got 14 days to check out the show after it happens! Make the WHM Merch Store your one-stop shop for all your We Hate Movies merch-related needs! Including new SHEENPRIL, Night Vision & Too Old For This Shit designs! Original cover art by Felipe Sobreiro.

For fifty years, George Coulam has owned the Texas Renaissance Faire, which he runs with an iron fist. Seeking to fill his remaining years with romance, the 86-year-old is considering selling the faire. His earnest general manager Jeff Baldwin believes “King George” will someday pass the reigns to him.For reasons unclear, the mercurial owner sours on his loyal employee, forcing him to share responsibility with a former elephant trainer. Meanwhile, a kettle korn vendor with deep pockets makes a play for the faire. It sparks a game of thrones among those seeking to rule, and for the future of the kingdom.The HBO Documentary series “Ren Faire” mixes cinema verité and fantasy to tell this feud among subcultures. Will the festival's temperamental monarch sell his prized asset? And how will those decisions affect those in this Shakespearean-sized story of succession?OUR SPOILER-FREE REVIEWS OF "REN FAIRE" BEGIN IN THE FINAL 11 MINUTES OF THE EPISODE.In Crime of the Week: nut case. For exclusive podcasts and more, sign up at Patreon.Sign up for our newsletter at crimewriterson.com

Sean and Amanda are joined by ‘Midnight Boy' Charles Holmes to react to the movie business news that Skydance is no longer looking to acquire Paramount and that Sony has purchased the theater chain Alamo Draft House (1:00). Then, they discuss Pixar's latest attempt to get back to its heyday with ‘Inside Out 2' and their relationship to the franchise (23:00). Then, they build their own Mount Rushmore of Pixar films, including which films represent which presidents on the monument (1:00:00). Finally, Sean is joined by documentarian Lance Oppenheim to discuss ‘Ren Faire' and his career thus far (1:35:00). To watch episodes of ‘The Big Picture,' head to https://www.youtube.com/@RingerMovies. Hosts: Sean Fennessey and Amanda Dobbins Guests: Charles Holmes and Lance Oppenheim Senior Producer: Bobby Wagner Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

We talk to Lance Oppenheim, director of Ren Faire, the new docu-series on HBO. Ren Faire looks at the drama behind the scenes of the enormous Texas Renaissance Festival. When capricious 86-year-old owner and founder “King” George Coulam attempts to retire, his underlings, the obsequious & loyal-to-a-fault Jeff and the ambitious & conniving Louie, are pitted against each other in their attempts to gain control of the park. It's a darkly comedic real-life Shakespeare story, but it also touches on a lot of ideas about work, employment, ownership, power, performance, alienation, and an (unhealthy?) obsession with the past, all in the context of a very particular modern workplace. All three episodes of Ren Faire are available now to stream on Max (the place for HBO).

This week Holden, Jackie, and MJ dive face first into the crotch watermelon that is MILF Manor, HBO's Ren Faire got MJ to watch Darkon and see what LARP is all about, Ishana Night Shyamalan's The Watchers is.... not good, Holden's stuck in an endless loop of Lightning McQueen with CARS, things in Metropolis are heatin' up in My Adventures with Superman, Jackie forgot just how good Dog Day Afternoon is, and Perfect Match 2 continues to deliver the DRAMA! MILF Manor Season 2 - MaxRen Faire - MaxDarkon - Amazon PrimeCars - Disney PlusThe Watchers - IN THE THEATAHHHHMy Adventures with Superman - MaxDog Day Afternoon - Paramount PlusPerfect Match Season 2 - Netflix Want even more Page 7? Support us on Patreon! Patreon.com/Page7Podcast 

This week, Chappell and Rob Cesternino watch and discuss episodes 2 and 3 of the new HBO docuseries, Ren Faire, which follows the power struggle over control of the largest renaissance festival.

This week, Chappell and Rob Cesternino watch and discuss the premiere of the new HBO docuseries, Ren Faire, which follows the power struggle over control of the largest renaissance festival.

Chris and Andy talk about the underperformance of movies like ‘Furiousa' and ‘The Fall Guy' at the box office, and whether or not a lack of Marvel movies in theaters could be to blame (1:00). Then they talk about some types of shows they feel are missing from their screens right now—like an hour-long drama that could go for multiple seasons, or a splashy adaptation (33:47). Finally they talk about the new HBO docuseries ‘Ren Faire,' which is like ‘Succession' set in the world of Renaissance fairs (1:02:38). Hosts: Chris Ryan and Andy Greenwald Producer: Kaya McMullen Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Tonight on the Best Show.... Director LANCE OPPENHEIM comes to the studio to talk to Tom about his new documentary series Ren Faire! Mutual friend of Lance and Tom RONALD BRONSTEIN joins the conversation! Also, a killer set of live music from Montreal's NO JOY live in the Forever Dog Studio, plus a chat with singer/bandleader Jasamine White-Gluz! Tom reads your shout outs on the air! And also, engineer Andrew's birthday! A great night on the Best Show!  SUPPORT THE BEST SHOW ON PATREON! WEEKLY BONUS EPISODES & VIDEO EPISODES! https://www.patreon.com/TheBestShow WATCH THE BEST SHOW LIVE EVERY TUESDAY NIGHT 6PM PT ON TWITCH https://www.twitch.tv/bestshow4life FOLLOW THE BEST SHOW: https://twitter.com/bestshow4life https://instagram.com/bestshow4life https://tiktok.com/@bestshow4life https://www.youtube.com/bestshow4life THE BEST SHOW IS A FOREVER DOG PODCAST https://thebestshow.net https://foreverdogpodcasts.com/podcasts/the-best-show HEARD IT ON THE BEST SHOW PLAYLIST https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2XIpICdeecaBIC2kBLUpKL?si=07ccc339d9d84267 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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